The Seven-Day Holy Sun!

In this vast star field.

When the White Gold Sun rises and shines upon the world nearby, it never sets again.

Thus, the creatures of this star system witnessed a wondrous sight that had been unseen for countless years.

When the radiance of the vast and magnificent White Gold Sun is reflected in every world, its brilliance manifests and its image floats in the sky, just as a vast and glorious Sun hangs in the heavens, radiating boundless light and heat.

This phenomenon was recorded by the inhabitants of these worlds, passed down through the ages, and became Myth in the distant future.

The White Gold Sun hung in the sky for seven days, hence it is also known as the "Seven-Day Holy Sun".

In this star field, the situation where Transcendent Element were scarce and Transcendent powerhouses were rare due to its location on the edge of the Astral Realm has been changed.

As this White Gold Sun rises, its endless Platinum radiance draws in Transcendent energy from across the entire Astral Realm, bringing this star region to a state of "Transcendent rise."

It is easy to imagine that the future of this star system will be even Radiance.

Because it is imbued with Transcendent Element from Platinum radiance, it is predominantly imbued with positive Transcendent energy.

Therefore, in these worlds, there will be a large number of future Holy School Transcendent Being.

The Holy School, on the other hand, is a Transcendent system created and led by Angel after the rise of Paradise Mountain.

The vast, deep space.

As endless black Raven scattered into the surrounding endless world.

Black crows fly into forests and plains, soar into the sky and among the stars, enter swamps, or cross rivers and seas.

They lingered wherever intelligent beings existed.

Day 1.

These black crows are scattered in every corner of countless worlds.

the next day.

Their gazes connect, forming a vast network that covers the world.

Day three.

They cry out loudly, their endless cawing transforming into sound waves that reverberate across countless worlds, examining the seas and rivers.

Day four.

They picked up pebbles one by one and threw them into the earth, listening to the sounds beneath.

Day 5.

They flapped their wings, unleashing wave after wave of storms that swept across the world...

Day 6.

They transformed from black Raven into sheets of black paper, floating before certain creatures, observing their relationships.

Day 7.

The desolate Snoranchi World.

The Stakra Tribe lives on the edge of the forest and grassland.

Inside a tent with a wild, untamed feel.

A young man in a black robe and wearing monocle sat facing a tribal Warrior dressed in animal skins.

The young man in the black robe and wearing monocle smiled slightly.

"Dade Noah, after seven days, I've finally found you."

"Hmph, Kalsisos, you are a great and noble Star Saint, yet you willingly kneel before the Throne of a mere tens of thousands of years old."

The young man dressed as a tribal Warrior snorted coldly, his face full of disdain and anger.

"If you hadn't deserted, the seven of us Star Saint working together might not have been unable to defeat Yuliel."

Raven Star Saint shook his head upon hearing this.

"We can't win, Dade Noah. Even if the seven of us join forces, we cannot defeat His Majesty Yuliel."

"He is like a rising Sun, and no one can stop him as he ascends!"

"Hmph, how will you know if you don't try?"

Even the Annihilation Star Saint remained unconvinced.

Raven Star Saint shook his head again.

"I originally wanted to join forces with you, but your performance has been extremely disappointing."

"At that time, Yuliel had already come knocking on our door, and you were still arguing about how to fight."

"How could they possibly win in this state?"

At this point, His tone was ambiguous, neither one of disappointment nor relief.

"This is your own choice, so you must bear the consequences."

Upon hearing this, the Annihilation Star Saint fell silent for a moment.

Without the Star Saint of Time, these Star Saint would indeed find it impossible to convince others of their ideas.

"But you shouldn't betray us either, Kalsisos."

"Since you guys are unreliable, I have to make the choice that's best for me."

Saint Chalcis of Ravenstar interrupted the conversation.

"Let's not talk about this anymore; things have come to this."

"Dade Noah, you now have two choices."

"First, kneel before me before Yuliel's White Gold Divine Throne. Yuliel should not kill you; he might even preserve your Star Saint rank."

"Secondly, if you put up a stubborn resistance, that will be your fate as the Emerald Star Saint and the Star Saint of Thorns."

Upon hearing this...

Saint Dadenoa of the Fallen Star calmed down and suddenly looked at the young man in black robes.

"Kalsisos, don't forget, Yuliel aims to gather all three thousand rules of the entire Astral Realm. Without the support of these rules, you will inevitably fall from the Star Saint realm."

"You actually ate the big piece of bread that Yuliel gave you?"

"Whether this is a pie or not, I know perfectly well enough; you don't need to remind me."

Raven Star Saint did not elaborate on the reasons behind this.

The Annihilation Star Saint wasn't familiar with him, so there was no need to explain things so clearly.

The concept of a Supreme realm is impossible to describe.

However, in his opinion, if he could persuade this Star Saint to surrender, perhaps Yuliel would be even happier.

But Dade Noah was clearly still somewhat unwilling to give up.

He didn't want to surrender, otherwise he would have done so already.

He pleaded.

"Kalsisos, I actually have a choice. You can pretend you didn't see me."

"No, I can't do that. You only have these two choices; you have no other options."

Raven Star Saint decisively shook his head.

What a joke! You're my pledge of allegiance!

Upon hearing this, the Annihilation Star Saint remained silent for a long time.

A struggle flashed in his eyes, and he finally let out a long sigh.

"Enough, enough. I've lived this long, and I've remained at the Star Saint realm for countless years. The Quasi-Supreme realm seems a distant dream, with no hope in sight."

"I've had enough of living."

His gaze gradually shifted from sorrow to determination.

"Kalsisos, go and tell Yuliel."

He took a deep breath, stood up, and his animal skin clothing fell off, transforming him from a tribal Warrior into a dignified middle-aged man draped in a robe of stars.

"I will face him in our final battle in deep space."

"This is my last shred of dignity."

Raven Star Saint gave him a deep look, but still didn't say anything about the connection between "Supreme" and "Quasi-Supreme".

He nodded.

"Alright, Dade Noah, since you've made up your mind, then I'll go."

"Go."

Many years later.

Snoranchi World.

A Scholar opened an ancient sheepskin scroll.

Myth records from Primordial Era.

Seven-Day Holy Sun later, countless more stars fell.